"How could this place have beco like this? The city seems so old."
"It feels like we've co to a strange place, not like we're in Kobe City at all. This sense of unease is really unsettling, there's an eerie atmosphere everywhere."
As Yang Jian and his party delved deeper into the city, they were astonished by the changes before them.
Old houses, a sense of decay, the dim sky, and the faint stench of corpse drifting through the air.
This place seed like a hell where fierce ghosts lingered.
Especially in this silent and deserted environnt, ordinary people would feel their hairs stand on end after just a few minutes, and living here for a few days might cause ntal breakdowns since in this area, there were real fierce ghosts roaming, ready to take your life at any mont.
"It's much worse than I imagined. Although the Door Knocking Ghost's Ghost Domain has grown larger, the area it truly affects is not that big. Back in school, it only affected half a classroom... But now, it's likely nearing half a city. Under such circumstances, there are only two possibilities."
"One is that the Door Knocking Ghost has beco more terrifying, and the other is that ghosts roam this city unbridled, killing people, accumulating over ti to form such a scene."
Yang Jian looked around.
Traces of the Door Knocking Ghost's invasion were everywhere.
Though this ghost kills slowly, the existence of the Ghost Domain ans once ordinary people enter, they can't leave and can only await death.
"What, what is that?" Suddenly, the middle-aged man called Sakai exclaid, pointing at the second-floor window of a house ahead.
The others quickly looked.
Fear instantly spread.
At the window of that house on the second floor stood a person who looked long dead, face deathly black, motionless as if their body had stiffened, resembling a strange puppet. Most terrifying was the large piece of flesh that had rotted away on that person's face, but their eyes kept staring in this direction.
A dead person, long gone, but still looking this way?
"That, that's a ghost, isn't it?" Nagase's hair stood on end, and at that mont, his face no longer bore any easy smile.
"Mister Yang, please look over there."
Keiko quickly moved forward a few steps, nervously and fearfully tugging at Yang Jian's sleeve, pointing out the person standing at the window.
"I see it."
Yang Jian didn't stop walking, but he slowed his pace.
"Don't be nervous, it's not a ghost, just an unlucky guy killed by a ghost. His soul didn't disperse after death and turned into a Ghost Slave. It's sowhat dangerous, but only really for ordinary people. If he dares to co over here, I can easily take him down. And this kind of dead person can't last long."
"They'll die when the ti cos."
"Is that so?"
Keiko, eyeing the corpse at the second-floor window, shrank her neck and quickly averted her gaze, not daring to look any longer.
But following the direction indicated by the woman nad Mishima, Yang Jian could clearly see that the further forward they went, the more bodies they found. So of these people were indeed dead, while others seed to have beco Ghost Slaves, with supernatural power supporting their bodies, still displaying so bizarre activities.
Without a doubt.
All these people had died at the hands of the Door Knocking Ghost.
The others also noticed the peculiarity of the area. The number of terrifying dead people was increasing.
And as they passed, they even saw the eyes of those people moving as if watching them. Even without any actions, just the bizarre feeling that emanated was enough to send chills down their spines. They could hardly imagine what the scene would be like once these so-called dead people started moving.
A city of ghosts?
Just the thought alone was enough to fill them with despair.
Nagase and the man called Sakai exchanged glances, each reading the fear and unease in the other's eyes, as if they already sensed that they would soon beco part of these corpses.
But for soone like Yang Jian who had seen much worse, this was nothing.
"A massive number of Ghost Slaves? To ordinary people, it's nothing short of a nightmare. Even ghost controllers would be worn down to death here. The ghost from that house earlier must have been a mber of the Exorcism Club, who died here and was revived by the fierce ghost, triggering a supernatural event."
Yang Jian thought to himself.
"In this situation, it's suitable for a ghost controller like Tong Qian to take action. Not worried about the fierce ghosts reviving, able to indiscriminately attack all Ghost Slaves without burdening herself."
Just as everyone continued to make their fearful way deeper into the terrifying city.
"Ding ding ding!"
On the road, a phone ringtone suddenly sounded, coming from the woman nad Mishima.
Imdiately.
All their footsteps stopped in unison.
"Ah!"
Mishima reacted as if sensing sothing, screaming and hastily tossing her phone away. It hit the wall beside her and fell to the ground, the flip phone breaking into two pieces, with several electronic circuits sticking out attached to the screen.
The screen flickered with light, an unknown caller ID displayed on it.
"Ding ding ding!"
The phone was still functioning, and the ringtone continued to sound. It seed the person on the other end hadn't intended to hang up and kept calling.
The others stared at the ringing phone, their hearts lifted.
At such a ti, even the signal was under severe interference, so receiving a call was definitely unusual—everyone was aware of that.
"Mishima, do you sense anything?" Nagase inquired.
"The caller on the other end isn't a living person... it's a terrifying ghost. This isn't a normal call, make sure you don't answer it," said Mishima, his face pale, lips quivering.
"As I thought."
Nagase thought to himself, confirming his own speculation. He glanced at Yang Jian, but on Yang's face, he saw only calm and indifference, with no sign of astonishnt or bewildernt. .
"Don't casually answer any calls, or you'll be targeted by ghosts," Yang Jian reminded them.
It was the Ghost Slave dialing numbers, spreading the curse of the Door Knocking Ghost.
As soon as you answered the phone, you'd hear a series of knocks, and then the fierce ghost would appear near you.
Yang Jian also had an audio file of the knocking sound, but he hadn't used it because he didn't want to attract the Door Knocking Ghost, especially since he couldn't predict what would happen if he beca the target.
"We should throw away our phones, it's too dangerous. If it picks up a call automatically, that could lead to death," suggested the middle-aged man nad Sakai.
The others agreed it made sense and started discarding their mobile phones.
"Mister Yang..." Keiko held a mobile phone, looking towards Yang Jian.
It was the special satellite-positioning phone that President Mishima had given her earlier, quite similar to Yang Jian's old one.
"Keep this phone, don't throw it away," he said.
"Okay, got it," Keiko replied, discarding her own phone and keeping only that one.
However, after they discarded their phones, the devices on the ground began to ring one after another. The incoming call lodies varied, echoing ceaselessly through the street. Most bizarrely, the caller ID on everyone's phone displayed the sa number as the phone that had broken earlier.
"A ghost's call, are we being targeted now?" Nagase laughed again, "This feeling of getting wiped out at any mont is truly exhilarating. I'm really looking forward to what happens next."
"Mr. Nagase, please don't say things like that," protested Keiko, who was hiding behind Yang Jian and looked like she was about to cry.
At this mont, Yang Jian frowned.
It was close.
Receiving such a call at this ti ant the real Door Knocking Ghost was nearby.
But...
Yang Jian looked up.
Dead Man's Heads were floating in the dim outer space, and it seed there were more in this area. Although they were just mindlessly drifting, their number was noticeably higher.
The source of the Human Head Balloons was also in this area.
"Indeed, it's a complicated supernatural event. It seems we're facing the Door Knocking Ghost, but we must also be wary of the Human Head Balloon incident," Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, observing the Ghost Children still wandering aimlessly around.
The Ghost Children felt no fear, devoid of the emotions of the living, driven only by a strange curiosity.
The child bounced happily with a small backpack on, seemingly with the responsibility of scouting ahead.
"How far are we from the ghost?" After walking a bit further, Yang Jian felt the unease of his ghost eye grow stronger and suddenly asked.
Keiko translated.
The woman nad Mishima, with a look of terror, said, "It seems... we're right here."
"What?"
Everyone exclaid in shock at once.
Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached the ghost's vicinity.
"Thump!"
Just at that mont, the man nad Sakai suddenly collapsed to the ground, soundlessly. His rosy-cheeked head, with eyes shut tight, detached from his neck and started rising towards the sky.
"Hmm?"
Yang Jian's expression changed drastically, staring in disbelief at the headless corpse that once belonged to Sakai.
Had the Human Head Balloon Ghost attacked just now?
You must be kidding, he hadn't sensed anything.
"Ah!" Keiko hastily covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming in terror.
"Sakai, is he dead?" Nagase, who was nearby, stared at the floating head of Sakai, his eyes wide with incredulity.
Without even using his ghostly abilities, he was so easily done away with.
"In the mont he was speaking... did he et the ghost's killing pattern, and that's why he was killed?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, intently watching the floating Dead Man's Head as he remained ignorant of the killing rule of the Human Head Balloon Ghost.
It felt sowhat random.
But that seed unlikely.
If it were random, under these circumstances, there was no way so few people would have died.
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